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 Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 4:31 pm
Manthas stumbled into the shrine once more breaking free of the darkness of the hall she had barely escaped. Stumbling forward she saught the goddess who was missing entirely. The Shrine was empty. Empty save herself and others leaving offerings behind.
Each shrine was different, one of them bright white like the bone of the arm she had looked at, the finger that had coaxed Siddie over to Sammy. She threw bag onto the white pedestal The memories sucked away, like a film in reverse the last thing she saw, a black figure in a dress, a white smile.
And then nothing but the sinking feeling she forgot something.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 4:45 pm
Gun returned to the shrine to find the statue back in it's rightful place. He eyed it warily before stepping forward to read the plaque.
He read each of the other plaques in turn, but he wasn't able to think to clearly on any of them. He couldn't concentrate on anything but what he'd just experienced. Tired and ready to move on, he dumped his bag on the green pedestal. With it went every last bit of the memory. The happiness. The contentment. The peace. Knowing that he'd always be guided back.
It was all gone.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 5:49 pm
Fifen returned, feeling slightly exhausted by his encounter. The goddess was gone, but the statue had returned to its place, it's plaque restored with a new message, one that he read and considered, mulling over the words slowly.
Moving away, he began reading the other plaques.
Debating between two, he began to move towards gold, but then stopped, turned, and deposited his offering on the green pedestal instead.
He was unsure at first whether this was right, but as the memories slipped away, he viewed it with more satisfaction. He felt peace, and a sense of rightness in his decision.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:50 pm
Lex made his way out, stumbling, not smiling like he had been before. He had questions, so many questions for the goddess, and was disappointed to see that she wasn't there.
He read the pedestal. He eyed the other glowing pedestals in turn.
He didn't want to sacrifice this heart. It belonged to Isabella, not to the goddesses. Not to them.
He began to back away, to leave, and as he turned away, his memories slipped away as well as the bag with the heart. He had lost it anyways, but what did it matter now? He couldn't remember why he hadn't made the sacrifice anymore.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:51 pm
Ihram returned, but he did not come bearing a smile.
Just the heart.
As the goddess required, he sacrificed. In another life, in another place, the art of healing and poison went hand in hand in his own. Balance was the difference between healing and hurting.
The heart, and his memories, sank into the dark green pedestal of Affliction.
He was comforted.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 7:08 pm
He did not care anymore. The memories he was given were awful, foul things he did not hold attachment to. What weakling let himself be dictated by someone else?
No pedestal was chosen. Koshabi would seek his answer beyond divinity's reach, for what good was a prize that he did not take with his bare hands?
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:51 pm
As Zanna entered the chambers, she looked around for a goddess to offer her stolen heart to.
But there were none.
Instead, the pedestal that had once been empty was once against full, the goddess having disappeared. Zanna was surprised, but approached the statue, cautious, as she looked for any signs of what she should be doing with the heart that she had ripped so cruelly for the will of the goddesses, and fulfilling what they desired of her.
It looked like the plaque was different, now.
The Task is complete. Sacrifice your offering to one of the Empty Titles to claim your position as a Candidate of that Title.
Zanna nodded. Very well. If she was to give her heart to the plaques, perhaps then she could ... leave behind what had happened. She was doing this for the greater good. She was to become a candidate of this world, to become a goddess. She could do that. She would become a goddess.
It felt like she needed to convince herself.
The woman took one step forward, and then another, finally arriving at the Bright White pedestal.
Sacrifice me if you wish for Anguish. There is nothing in this world but despair.
Despair was what she wished to cure. Perhaps Anguish was what she wished for?
Zanna set her heart on that pedestal, watching it as it vanished. The memories which had arrived of taking her former lover's heart, too, appeared to vanish with the bag, leaving Zanna a bit confused. What had made her so upset previously? Zanna could barely tell why her whole body had been tremoring, and it stopped. She had done what she needed to for the goddesses, had she not?
The woman turned around and left.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:20 pm
Shaken by all that had occurred Nerrisa examined each pedestal carefully. She was reluctant to release the heart now knowing to whom it truly belonged. She stopped in front of one pedestal, yes, this was the one...it described what she had done to retrieve this heart perfectly.
She dropped the bag on the brilliant gold pedestal because she knew that it was her vanity that allowed her to sacrifice another to save herself.
A bit confused as the memories vanished she looked around and smiled, she'd completed a task for the Goddess? Excellent! Smiling she turned to go.
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